Ghosts Lyrics

I used to befriend
Ghosts like you
But time has betrayed us both.
These campfire secrets
Are over dead men's bones
With graveyard hopes of seeing home.

A mild mannered man
With cheap cologne;
Blanketed by the arctic embrace
Those towers of money,
Power,
And greed are the tombstones
Of this ghost town.

From the cemetery floor
We stare up at our legacy,
At the concrete
Reminders that
We are but
Mere pillars of salt

Reminders
We are
Pillars of salt
With eyes fixated on the moments
That most have forgot.

No song can capture
This fucking moment,
No melody can encapsulate or replicate the thoughts.
So I'll sit back,
Sit back
Sit back, relax
And drink from the lip of another
Of another
Of another half empty glass

Sobered by the fact
That you will never be
A teacher
And I will never be a father.
I am the artist of this lie and on this canvas I paint my crimes. 3x
I paint my crimes.